Oh for the love...

Last night, more dreams of dead bodies, or singular, as it were. This time, someone had shoved a dead woman in a hide-a-bed and closed up the couch. I feel like I have been hit by a bus this morning. So, we are in a hotel, and the couch was in our hotel room, and there was way to many people in the room, family etc and I remember feeling very uncomfortable and I kept telling them something was wrong and everyone kept telling me I was wrong, and to just stop worrying about it. So, I finally make enough of a ruckus and everyone gets off the couch one person pulls back the bed and finds the woman. My mom didn't want to call the cops or change hotel rooms, she said, just cram it back in there, which is typical mom of burying her head in the sand and not dealing with things, at least where family was concerned. She did eventually go down to the desk and get another room, but this new room was on the 5th floor and we had to carry all of our crap up there, and everyone was complaining, myself included. Then we had to go to the orthopeadic (sp) dr for my brother's knee, which there really wasn't anything wrong with it, or so I told him, but again, no one would listen. So, low and behold, he sees the dr., goes to one session of therapy and is fine. I just remember feeling like, what's the big hairy deal... I have had 9 knee surgeries and no one makes a big deal over my issues, yet we have to go see a premier surgeon for his little ache???

Then at some point in this psycho scene, I was being chased by someone who was bent on killing me, and the only way out was a door, with many locks and I had to pick the right one, calmly to be able to get in there and hide myself. Again, having to breathe deeply and calm myself, I was able to get the door open and go in there and another door in that room, led out to snow and cold... and I didn't chose that door, I went through another and back into the main part of the building.

I know the clearing is necessary, but this is wearing me out!!!

Love, Karen